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Day 20 as a substitute prince
It has already been twenty days. It feels like two.
In exactly ten days, my replacement will be back to whisk the woman of my dreams away. But I will not focus on that just yet, as I am still unsure of how much Zadkiel knows of Heather and her plan to assassinate him, or me, rather.
So far, her efforts had failed, but surely injured me. My left arm is broken, and the doctor believes my ankle might be sprained. If I am to be honest, I dare say that I am indeed afraid.
Once she learns I am still alive she will be back, and maybe there will be nothing I can do to stop her. They have been looking for her ever since three days ago when she pushed me down a staircase. I don’t think I will ev
